Saturday, August 23, 2014

“Julia meets Luke, a man who completes her, and his instant commitment to her endures their many missed opportunities. Readers will keep rooting for Julia and patiently flip the pages because she hits the jackpot with Luke. Julia bends over backwards to keep her family together, and it ultimately takes years to make things right. Fortunately, her man knows what he wants and needs, and Holt knows what her fans will love.” – RT Book Reviews, 4 Stars

And thank you so much!

Finding Julia

From Kensington PublishingNow available for preorderCan a moment of passion outlast years of secrets and misery?

Friday, August 22, 2014

In most heterosexual BDSM erotic romance, the heroine plays
the submissive role. Indeed, I've written many stories myself that follow this
formula. I can definitely appreciate the appeal of surrendering to an
attractive, powerful man who will then use me for his own pleasure and,
paradoxically, my own.

I've also written a few m/F femdom tales, most recently my
short “Layover” which appeared in the erotic anthology Under Her Thumb,
edited by D.L. King. Although the woman-on-top dynamic isn't as popular as M/f
BDSM, at least not with romance readers, there's definitely something to be
said for having a str

In only one of my books (Mastering Maya) will you
find a “switch” - a character who is sometimes dominant and sometimes
submissive. Until now, that is.

Mei Lee “Emily” Wong, the heroine of my new erotic romance The
Ingredients of Bliss, didn't realize she had any interest in
dominance and submission until her lover Harry Sanborne initiated her into the
delights of being a sub, in the prequel Her Secret
Ingredient. She took to bottoming like the proverbial duck to water.
She's a “natural sub”, according to Harry.

Then, as this new novel opens, Emily's boss, Etienne
Duvalier, begs to serve her sexually. What's a modern woman to do?

Master Harry “orders” Emily to top Etienne, to see how far
she can push his limits as a bottom. Obviously Emily's not about to disobey her
Dom's instructions. However, she finds that the role of mistress comes far more
easily to her than she would have expected. She's feels guilty about how much
she enjoys taking control of the normally arrogant chef.

So is Emily a top? A bottom? A switch? The poor woman is
desperately confused. Harry, on the other hand, just wants to stir up a bit of
mischief – and expand his beloved's horizons.

Blurb

One sexy French chef. One kinky American TV producer. One
ambitious Chinese gal who thinks she wants them both. The ingredients of bliss?
Or a recipe for disaster?

Accomplished cook Mei Lee “Emily” Wong knows exactly what
she wants—her own show on the Tastes of France food channel. But life is full
of complications. First, her deceptively nerdy producer, Harry Sanborne,
initiates Emily into the delights of submission. Then her boss, legendary chef
Etienne Duvalier, begs her to dominate him. Emily just can’t resist—especially
when Harry orders her to explore her inner mistress. Suave and sexy Etienne
will do whatever she asks—in the bedroom if not in the kitchen. And Harry, her
lovingly diabolical Dom, adores pushing Emily’s limits.

When the network sends the trio to France to shoot a series
of cooking shows on location, Emily knows her career is on the upswing. Her
plans fall apart in Marseille as a Hong Kong drug syndicate kidnaps both
Etienne and Harry. The Iron Hammer Triad mistakes Etienne for notorious
gangster Jean Le Requin, who has stolen their drug shipment, worth millions.
Emily realizes she must find the real Le Requin, retrieve the purloined dope,
and bargain it for Harry’s and Etienne’s lives. The secret she’s been keeping
from Harry might prove useful. Still, what chance does one woman whose knife
skills are limited to chopping vegetables, have against the ruthless cruelty of
two criminal organizations?

R-rated Excerpt

“Damn you both! I’m not some piece of meat to be carved up
between you!” All at once I wanted to get out of this too crowded bed. I wanted
to throw on my clothes and storm out of the room in righteous indignation. To
do so, though, I would have to clamber over Etienne’s magnificent body. It
would be difficult to avoid touching his resurgent erection.

“Calm down, Emily.” Harry’s hand clamped around my wrist and
I knew I wasn’t going anywhere. “We did confer about tonight, I admit. We
agreed that sharing you was the best approach to a situation that was bound to
become awkward very soon.”

“Awkward? Things were going very smoothly. You dominated me.
I dominated Etienne. Everyone was happy.”

“You
weren’t happy, love. Admit it. You felt guilty and confused. When you were with
Etienne, you felt as though you were betraying me. Meanwhile Etienne’s devotion
had you worried about his reaction when he learned you belonged to me.”

He was right, of course. I remembered my tête à tête
with Etienne at the café that afternoon. I’d been terribly concerned about his
reaction to the news about Harry. Meanwhile when Harry had made me recount my
exploits with Etienne, I’d always tried to conceal my excitement, to play down
the thrill I got acting the role of his mistress.

“You’ve got nothing to hide now.” With his lanky frame,
mussed hair and crooked grin, Harry almost looked like a teenager. A very horny
teen, considering the substantial erection bobbing hopefully at his groin. He
flipped back onto his side and fixed me with a slightly fuzzy gaze. He was
irresistibly cute without his glasses. “Everything’s out in the open.”

“But it’s all so—complicated!” As usual, my objections began
to melt in the warmth of his smile.

He danced his fingers up my outstretched thigh and my pussy
clenched in anticipation.

“On the contrary, I think this considerably simplifies the
situation—Ms Wong.” Etienne’s voice was deferential, but I read a mirror of
Harry’s mischief in his expression. “I serve you. You serve Harry. Each of us
gets what he or she wants.”

“There’s no more need for secrets, love. Or for
surreptitiously administered enhancements to the libido, either…” Harry slipped
a fingertip between my moist lips and grazed a fingernail across my clit.

My annoyance paled next to the flare of pleasure kindled by
his touch. Before I could clamp down to hold his hand in my crotch, however,
he’d snatched it away.

“I had my suspicions in any case. It doesn’t matter. Your
methods might have been dubious, but I’m grateful for the results.” Etienne
glanced down at the livid marks from my beating, a set of parallel strips
leading up his lean thighs toward his rearing cock. “I might never have had the
courage to act on my desires if not for your—um—intervention.” His voice held
quiet pride.

“You don’t have to be ashamed or embarrassed,” Harry added.
“All we want—both of us—is to satisfy you. To please you and make you happy.
Can’t you just accept that?”

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About the Author

I started both writing and cooking at an early age, and I've
continued to indulge both passions as I've matured. Usually I'm an
improvisational cook; I'm not all that fond of following recipes, and when I
do, I almost always introduce my own variations. My philosophy tends to be the
more spice, the better.

You could say the same about my writing. Since the release
of my debut novel Raw Silk in 1999, I've published lots of
erotica and erotic romance in almost every sub-genre– more than fifty single
author titles, plus dozens of short stories in various erotic anthologies,
including the Lambda winner Where the Girls Are and the IPPIE Best
Erotic Book of 2011, Carnal Machines. My gay scifi erotic romance Quarantine
won a Rainbow Awards 2012 Honorable Mention.

I have more degrees than anyone would ever need, from
prestigious educational institutions who would no doubt be deeply embarrassed
by my chosen genre. Widely traveled but still with a long bucket list of places
to go, I currently live in Southeast Asia with my indulgent husband and two
exceptional felines, where I pursue an alternative career that is completely
unrelated to my creative writing.

Thursday, August 21, 2014

Judging a book by its cover has new meaning now that Amazon is our Moral Arbiter and removes books from its search engines to La La Land...based on how they feel about hands across a bare breast and a little bit of butt cheek.
Let's call it the Zon B&B moral imperative!Gee.
Could they please talk to HBO, SHOWTIME and STARZ where I see more A$$ and that Other Stuff than I see on the beach...in Italy!
Anyway....
What do you think of NERO?
I like chest.
I lick chest.
I crave chest.
And whities.
And hair on the arms.
And just in case you need to see what Amazon thinks is erotic, take a look at the old cover with Cass on the front too.
SAME BUY LINK at Zon at Bare B&B cover: http://amzn.to/1leONH

AND TO SKIP AMAZON altogether is protest, buy your books elsewhere.
At Allromanceebooks.com you can buy what you want without moral imperatives.Kobo. Check.iTunes. Rock and roll.
And if you have a Nook, buy it there too.
Happiness is being your own moral judge of what to buy.

Wednesday, August 20, 2014

When I got
the idea to write a couple of erotic stories about different kind of women, I
soon realised they had to be independent and not afraid to go after a man. Sometimes
it’s just fun when a woman knows what she wants and goes out to get it.

In my series
Wanton Women at Work there’s a
secretary who is certain her boss wants her, but he’s too much of a gentleman. That’s
no problem for Alison, because one night, when he’s alone in his office, she
knocks on the door to ask if he’s hungry…

Then there
is Susanna, the artist model who sees the obsession in Leo Houghton’s eyes and she
makes it very clear the attraction is mutual.

And what
about the journalist who follows the sexy soccer player into the changing room? Or the professor who gives up her control to a total stranger, who’s a bit of a
rough trade, because she trusts her own judgement?

The stories
are pure erotic in nature. No reading between the lines here, and no subtle
references to what might happen behind the closed bedroom door. This is sex, sex and more sex.

Care for a
taste of the first story, Alison Does
Overtime? Adults only, please.

For the
second time that day, Alison knocked on the door of Marc Greenwald’s private
office. On her way to her place of work, she had stopped by a local delicatessen
to buy the best sandwich either side of the ocean. If bringing him a little
something to eat was a cheap excuse to get his attention, at least it was of
the highest quality.

She entered
the room, not waiting for him to invite her in. “I took the liberty of bringing
you your favourite sandwich. I thought you might be hungry… Wow.”

Wow,
indeed—because however she had expected he would greet her and her culinary
offering, it had definitely not been sitting in his leather office chair with
his pants crumpled around his shoes and his cock in his hands. His very erect
and impressive cock. No, scratch that—his downright huge cock. How big was that thing? Alison wasn’t a virgin by
anyone’s definition, but what she saw there was definitely something else.
Would it even fit?

Hell, yeah,
she’d made it fit. She had wanted him for a long time. Now she would do
anything to have that glorious piece of manliness inside her. Her belly almost
ached with need and she became very aware of how wet she was. Perhaps the scent
of her excitement would even override that of her perfume, and he would guess
without much effort what she wanted from him.

She put the
paper bag with sandwich on the corner of her boss’ desk. And promptly forgot
about it.

Marc
Greenwald kept staring at her, his hand stopped in mid-motion. “I wanted to
relax a bit before I went home,” he mumbled.

“You don’t
own me an explanation, Mr Greenwald. What you do in your own office after hours
is not my business,” Alison managed to say with a voice that sounded much
calmer than she actually felt. Silently in her head, she added, but I would love to help you to feel much
better than you’ve ever felt before.

“’Mr
Greenwald’, when I’m talking to you with my dick in my hand?” He chuckled. “I
can’t help but notice the dress. It’s not something you would normally wear to
work. Despite your hot and sexy appearance under that tasteful and boring
female white-collar uniform, you actually are a hundred per cent professional.
The past months have convinced me of that fact. That teaches a man to respect a
woman’s brain, even if she does have gorgeous tits and an ass to go bankrupt
for. To be honest, we don’t pay you what you’re worth.” He grinned. “I also
happen to notice you’re not wearing a bra right now.”

Alison
walked closer. “Just my bra, Marc?” Slowly she pulled up the hem of her dress
until her neatly trimmed bush became visible. “I have something here that big
boy of yours might be interested in.”

“Show me
the complete picture?” Marc pumped his hand slowly up and down his shaft. “This
has become a sort of routine over the last months. Work, work, work—and right
before I go home jerk myself off over a selection of fantasies involving the
best secretary any firm could hope to hire.”

“That’s so
sweet.” Alison reached behind her back to lower the zipper. The dress dropped
on the floor, leaving Alison with only her stilettos and a hint of
perfume.“And now that the cards
are on the table, which fantasy would you like to start with?”

Tuesday, August 19, 2014

Who Doesn’t
Want a Man Brought to His Knees by Love? Eleven Scorching Stories for 99¢

I was thrilled when my latest
venture, the Hot
Alpha SEALs Megaset, hit the New York Times and USA Today Bestseller lists and
I am very excited about my next release, a collection of steamy stories about
men brought to their knees by love. Check out a taste of my story, and read on
for more teasers from the collection.

Brought
to his Knees Box Set

The Alpha male. Strong. In
control. Letting no one and nothing rule him…until he meets the one,
and all bets are off. The world tilts, the bed rocks, and suddenly that tough
guy finds himself Brought to His Knees—in more ways than one. This collection
of ten hot to erotic novellas and one short erotic novel will take you on
journeys of lust, love, and adventure, leave you breathless and quite possibly
in need of a cold shower. Enter with anticipation. Finish satisfied…

Dane swears he will never suffer the
same fate. But when he meets a woman who can take all his dominant loving and
beg for more, he realizes he may have met his match. It’s a damn shame she’s
the one woman in the world his man-code
deems untouchable…his best friend’s sister.

Read an
Excerpt (18+ Only, Please—this is steamy stuff)

He was bigger than he’d been in high
school. Bigger, taller and just…more. His muscles, lacquered by a tight black
tee shirt, bulged. Tattoos danced over his biceps. The planes of his face were
angled. High cheekbones, dark brows, long blade of a nose all the same, but
sharper. His eyes hadn’t had those shadows back then either, that predatory
glint. His hair—his thick mop of curls—was gone, shaved off, revealing the
perfect shape of his head. His chin, however, wasn’t shaved. It was covered by
a smattering of dark fuzz. A scar on his cheek, rather than detracting from his
looks, made him even more fascinating, dangerous.

And he smelled…delicious. As he moved, his
cologne, a clean enticing scent, enveloped her in a cloud.

Oh, he was dangerous all right.

She didn’t care.

The slight buzz from the margaritas at the
bachelorette party, the sexual sizzle ignited by the strippers who’d burst in
on their party wearing camo fatigues with rip-away crotches, all contributed to
her bravado.

In real life she would never hook arms
with some random guy and sashay by his side to his room. But hell. This was Dane. The man of her fantasies. And, judging from the hunger in his
expression as he looked down at her, the heat that passed between them where
they touched, he wanted her.

Thank God she wasn’t still the dorky teen
with braces she’d been when they’d last met.

She looked amazing tonight. He happened to
wander by and notice her. No one else was around. And he wanted her.

It was as though, somehow, magically, all
the stars had aligned.

There was no way—no way—she would miss this opportunity.

Excitement danced low in her gut as he
swiped his room key and led her into his suite. It was a nice suite—not as
sumptuous as Angie’s, but nice all the same—with a small sitting area and an
enormous king bed. The windows looked out on the sparkling lights of the City
that Never Slept. Or one of them.

“Can I get you a drink?” he asked, taking
off his watch and dropping it on the table by the door. It drew her attention
to his forearms, thick and muscled and sprinkled with dark hairs. They were
roped with thick veins. She’d always had a thing for bulky forearms. And she’d
always had a thing for Dane. The combination was irresistible.

She tipped her head to the side and blew a
bubble with her gum. “Margarita?”

He waved at the glossy wood armoire
against the wall. “I have a mini bar. It’ll have to be shots. What’s your
poison?”

“Tequila then.” Might as well keep a good
thing going.

He hunkered down and searched through the
fridge, pulling out a tiny bottle of tequila for her and whiskey for him. He
cracked them open and dumped them unceremoniously into two glasses and handed
her hers. No ice or anything.

Good thing it didn’t matter to her, or
she’d be pissed at his cavalier attitude. The drink was lubricant, a time
filler. They were dancing around a seduction, and they both knew it.

Or…not.

Apparently seduction was not necessary.
Because Dane took a swig of his drink and said, with no preface whatsoever, “So
do you have any no-nos?”

She gaped at him. “No-nos?”

“Anything you won’t do? Because I’ll be
frank. I like a little kink.”

Holy God.

First of all, the heat scorching her was
mind-numbing. Literally. Mind. Numbing. Those brash words from Dane’s gorgeous
lips and she nearly lost her balance.

Second of all—he liked kink.

So, in fact, did she. Nothing super dark,
but a little slap and tickle for sure.

“Um…” She took a sip of her drink. She
shuddered as the harsh bite of liquor burned through her. It clashed with the
flavor of her gum. “What kind of kink are we talking about?”

He strode to his suitcase and fished
around, pulling out a long leather strap with two loops on the ends. Her eyes
fixated on it. She shuddered.

“I want to tie you up,” he said, his voice
low, taunting, as though he expected her to squeak like a mouse and scuttle
from the room.

The. Fuck.

“Hmm. I think I can handle that.”

“I’ll probably smack your bottom.”

Also good. She tried not to flinch in
anticipation. His hand on her ass? Gawd.

“I won’t hurt you, though. I’m not into
that. And of course, I’ll use protection.” He held up a pack of condoms.

Well da-ham.
He’d come prepared. A smile curled on her lips.

“Billy said your fee’s been paid.” His
brow quirked.

The smile froze on Tina’s face. A
combination of horror and rage and something else altogether snarled through
her, as she realized how right she’d been. Not only did he not recognize her—after knowing her her entire life, for pity
sake—he thought she was a hooker.

Granted, she did kind of look like a
hooker, with makeup plastered on as if with a trowel. But still…

She glanced at him from beneath the
impossibly long lashes The Master had
glued to her lids. Not her style, but she liked the way they looked. The way
they made her feel…like someone else. Someone sultry and daring. Someone Dane
would want.

To tie up and spank.

Aside from that, the temptation to have
him, taste him, fuck him, ran rampant in her. For years she’d fantasized about
her older brother’s best friend. All through puberty and long after that. Every
man she’d met, dated or been with had been gauged against Dane Coulter. None of
them had measured up.

Ah yes, the temptation to have him was
overwhelming.

Not to mention how much fun it would be
watching him shit a brick tomorrow, when he realized who she really was.

Too delicious to pass up, really. The
whole package.

He stood there in the middle of the room,
holding the strap in one hand and the condoms in the other, waiting for her
reply. Though he was all Dom, she couldn’t help but notice a hint of tension in
him, as though he was, on some level, afraid she’d say no and waltz away.

He wanted
her. And he wanted her bad. It was
the heat in his eyes that gave him away, the way they flicked over her and
burned with hunger. Yeah. Irresistible.

Sure. She could be a hooker for the
evening.

What people are
saying about WHIPPED:

"5 Stars—Whipped by
Sabrina York was so good, LOVED all the sexy scenes and then how she mixed in
some humor parts. I know she's super busy but I'm really hoping she makes this
one into a series because its that good :)"—Read More Romance

"5 Stars—Oh my
goodness! I loved, loved, loved this story! The sex was off-the-charts hot! And
I mean HOT! The characters were witty and so entertaining. As always, Ms.
York's humor and witty writing is on full display. I honestly don't think she
could not write a story that doesn't leave me in awe of her slightly sarcastic,
yet always smartly written style. I bow to the master."— Coffee and Books

"5 Stars—This
was a great read that kept me glued to the events. Loved the epilogue!"—Ms Romantic Reads

Check out the teaser video: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mbYYLpmDk6c

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about Brought To His Knees

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can they weather the emotions they stir up in each other...

Three Strikes
by Anya Richards: Two lonely men. One secret affair. Irresistible passion that
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A Cowboy’s Seduction
by Cynthia D’Alba: One exhausted cowboy + One uptight account x A tropical
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Born to Sin
by Danica Avet: A tomboy in love makes a desperate attempt to seduce her best
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The Sound of Your Name
by Felice Fox: Their silent erotic encounters change his luck and awaken his
soul, but secrets and cowboy superstitions can only keep them apart.

Beneath the Pages
by Jennifer Kacey: One wicked night with her did nothing but whet his appetite.
Now he’ll settle for nothing less than her complete submission.

Cruising for Love
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her high school love, the one man she can’t resist.

Whipped
by Sabrina York: A scalding attraction. An irresistible passion. A pity she’s
the one woman he can never have…

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by Sayde Grace: A taste of Sin isn’t enough. Instead she wants all of him,
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by Tina Donahue: When it comes to two of the hottest guys in town, she has a
proposition…to win their attention, passion, hearts.

Wednesday, August 13, 2014

Last year I was a part of an award winning anthology – SEALs On Fire - with my book, Dagger’s Edge. This year I have a sexy new release as a part of the SEALs Going Hot series with Desiree Holt, Cerise Deland and Samantha Cayto. Touched by Midas, the story of a superstitious Navy SEAL and a women trying to live a “normal” life away from her rock-and-roll family.

The story behind Touched by MidasWhen our editor first asked the four of us to write another SEALs series, I decided I wanted to bring in as much authenticity to my story as possible. Aside from actually having dated a Navy SEAL (which I haven't - sigh...), I did marry a Navy man and we spent the first three years of our marriage stationed at Naval Station Rota, Spain. What readers read in Touched by Midas comes straight from my memories of living in Rota, working on the base and being with my huge military family.You can purchase Touched by Midas HERE

Touched by Midas

By Brenna Zinn

As a Navy SEAL, Michael “Midas” Baudine trains countless hours to prepare for combat. But a man can’t train for luck, so preserving his “Midas touch” good fortune is something he takes seriously, and he'll go to extreme measures to get his team on-board with his pre-mission, luck-assuring routines. He accepts a challenge from his team—get the sexy but uptight teacher, who blocks his advances at every turn, to the rock concert a week from today, and they’ll comply.

With a crazy rock star dad and top supermodel mom, Angie Summers was once a wild child but, wanting more out of life, has done her best to live under the radar of fame. She’s even assumed a secret identity and found a job teaching at Naval Station Rota, Spain. Her attempt at a “normal” life is quickly turned on its ear when a hot-as-hell Navy SEAL sweet talks her into a date she’ll never forget and may eventually regret.

While spending time with the muscle-bound sailor unleashes Angie’s need to let the wild child out to play, which could threaten her anonymity, Midas finds himself on the precipice of breaking the first rule of luck—never fall for a woman.

Excerpt – Touched by Midas

How did nice girls survive? How did they resist the sexual magnetism of guys like Midas long enough to find the kind of man they could have a real relationship with? The seductive SEAL with the charming smile could make even a nun think twice about her vows, let alone a world-weary bitch trying to redeem herself.

“Sorry,” Angie heard herself say before the last of her restraint gave way. She turned and started walking, avoiding any further tax to her self-control.

“You think I’m not good enough for you?”

His question halted her foot mid-step. Of all the things he could have said, he’d found the one she couldn’t ignore. The one that suggested she was still the unkind woman of her youth. The girl who used people as much as they used her.

Biting a lip, she released a long sigh and made an about face.

“No. I don’t think you’re not good enough for me.”

“That’s easy enough to say, but harder to prove. Go out with me. Show me that your words are worth something.”

So many thoughts swirled through her mind. Some snarky and downright mean. Others a complete abdication to the power that was Midas. But before she could decide which one to toss out, the sailor threw down the gauntlet.

“I’ve got tickets to see Stereo Arsenal next week,” he said, coming closer. “Go with me. Be my date to what will probably be the show of the year on base.”

The mention of her father’s band broke the hold Midas had on her. No way she’d go and be recognized by one of the band members, roadies or fans. She’d already made arrangements for a few hours of private time with her parents while they were in Rota. That visit alone could compromise her identity.

“Sorry, buddy. No can do. I’m really not a fan of rock-and-roll.”

“Not a fan of rock and roll?” His eyebrows rose in mock surprise. “How is that even possible? Don’t you know that Stereo Arsenal is one of the best bands from the 80s? These guys sold more albums and had more top-ten hits than anyone else in their genre. They’re classic. Just scoring tickets for the show was a major coup.”

She couldn’t help the pride swelling her chest. Her father might be the leader of the madhouse, but he and the band had worked hard to rise to the top. They deserved every accolade they received.

“I don’t want to go to the concert by myself,” he persisted, increasing the wattage to his dazzling smile. “Prove your words are more than just sounds coming from those pretty lips.”

“Please.” She rolled her eyes. “There are dozens of beautiful women in Rota who would love to be your date. Maybe you should ask one of them.”

“You’re the only person I’m interested in. You have been for a while.”

"Touched by Midas I have to say is now one of my favorite reads. All the components are there to tug at your heart for our military, for family and let’s not forget the hot scenes that you need a fan for."— Shey’s Book Cave

Here are some inspiration pictures, including personal snapshots, of Rota, Spain

I remember reading about Texas in an Illinois grade school and thinking I probably would never see the great state where real cowboys ride their horses to work every day and everyone wears western hats and boots. Then again, I never dreamed I would elope in Gibraltar with a Navy man who hailed from the Lone Star state. But here I am, smack dab in the middle of Texas, still married to the same wonderful man and boasting not only the greatest daughter on the planet, but three dogs that are as big as long horns.

In between grade school and now, my journey through life has taken me all over the United States, as well as many places throughout the world. Using my travel experience as a guide and peppering in interesting characters I’ve met along the way, I love nothing better than weaving tales of romance and leaving readers yearning for adventures of their own.

Monday, August 11, 2014

Because every woman needs a SEAL in her life...if only in between the covers...of a book, we want you to enjoy the 4 fabulous SEALs in our SEALs GOING HOT series!
They are getting fabulous reviews and hitting best seller lists...and now we have the 4th in the series, out next week, TOUCHED BY MIDAS by Brenna Zinn!
You may have heard too that AMAZON is hiding BURNING FOR NERO because the Powers That Be there do not like the cover.
yeah. They don't like a woman covering her breasts....which makes you wonder if they like them uncovered? Um. No. Not That either.To buy BURNING FOR NERO, go here: http://amzn.to/1leONHu
And if AMAZON tells you, Sorry, we don't have that, look for it like this:
1. Log in to Amazon
2. Go to BOOKS
3. Enter only Burning for Nero (not my name)
4. See if it comes up.
5. If it doesn't, bombard Amazon with mail on the CUSTOMER SERVICE PAGE.
This book has no BDSM, no safe words, and only 1 four letter word for a part of a man's anatomy, listed once!
So yeah. ZON is getting a little crazy and full of its own power.

Friday, August 8, 2014

It's the ants who kill you, so they say, never the elephants.
But the elephants who are EATING ME ALIVE are all those nasty buggers I cannot control. (What else is new? Life is survival of the tiny bits that bite, right?)

Let's talk about pirates! They multiply worse than rabbits. They are criminals. Thieves.
Furthermore, they are very stupid.
Oh, you TORRENTS and "enterprising" copiers of an author's HOURS of work, where is your logic?
Why do you want to put us authors out of business? You rob each of us, you dastardly thieves, of hundreds of thousands of $$$$. At last survey that was approximately $4 billion per year...and that survey was 4 years ago! Do you not realize, you idiots of the internet highway, that you are decreasing the amount of money in circulation? That you are ROBBING authors of their hard-earned pay? That you are catering to a segment of the population who wants something for nothing? That they are as unscrupulous and conniving as you?

An example will help you imagine my outrage? Sure. Right now, out in circulation, on one book of my 47 titles, 241 places list the book. If only 1 person downloads 1 copy of that book from one of the 241, and whose royalty per sale should be roughly $2.00, I have lost $ 482.00. $482.00 that is rightfully mine, not a gift to anyone! Then imagine what that amount becomes if 10 downloads occur off each listing. 100? A fortune lost.
And you barmy pirates, do you not see that if you rob enough of us often enough, we will have to stop writing? That we will have no income and have to go to work at the local Walmart? That there will be nothing to pirate? Nothing to read?

Now comes along GOOGLE CHROME, another chip off the old block, ready to allow their cruisers to pirate our works instead of buy them. Oh, Google, what idiots you mortals be! If you allow this, why not give away cars and homes and toaster ovens, hmmm? Because you, Google, have to attract more people to your engine AND make money does not mean that the rest of us shouldn't.

Finally, we move to AMAZON, that savior of many an author in years past who now has a new idea. Did it come from the Koch brothers? FoxNews? Evangelical groups who wish to establish the purity of American "values"? No matter its origin, the practice is a killer. This new idea is to "hide" books ZON deems unfit for their morally proper servers. They have removed from customer sight and their SEARCH ENGINES books who by THE COVER ALONE would seemingly offend the eyes of the beholder.

Their new unwritten code judges a book by its cover. Maybe its title. But heaven forbid, ZON do a scan of the text to see if it REALLY does have offensive material in it. Garrrr. Because after all, if the cover offends the delicate Amazon folks, then it must offend readers, right?

So ZON hides the book, even DENIES it exists if you type in the title and search for it. So we have here a God-killa of a machine that now assumes the dictatorial right to hide books from buyers not based on a scan of the text for those pesky 4-letter words, but based on one Amazonian employee's assessment of "too-much-skin."

And BTW, the action by Amazon which prompts my vitriol, is that it took BURNING FOR NERO (see it to your right here) and put it in their Erotica Dead Zone. Not a rope or a safe word in sight! One 5-letter word.

So what is the cure?

Answer: Take 2 aspirin and go away.

Really. We authors are politely told by program professionals and publishers that:

Pirates are forever. We can't crack the code to prohibit them from copying your works. Sorry. Just write a new take-down notice and send it off...so that tomorrow the pirates can mount your work again and you send the take-down…again. Rinse. Repeat.

Google Chrome can now get in the act, too! Rinse. Repeat.

And yeah, BTW, Amazon—who once lured authors with their technology and attracted readers with their scope and pricing—now becomes our new moral litmus tester. Thanks, ZON. I needed that.

So now we hard-working authors must not only tolerate the thieves who break into our livelihoods, but we must also tolerate that new behemoth Amazon who makes moral choices for us all.

Where might the authors' rights be in any of this?

The giants of commerce have the power. We who sit and labor must sit in the corner and be quiet...and while you're at it, write another story, will you please?